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SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
Thinkest thou too hard the blow, Or, too sad thy lot below ? He, who bowed beneath the rod, Bids thee still "have faith in God."
Weary and desponding one, By thy dreadful crimes undone, Are thy faults still unforgiven— Calling for the wrath of Heaven ? He, who spilt for thee his blood, Tells thee to "have faith b God."
Christian, dost thou dread the grave ? Fearest thou cold Jordan's wave * As the waters nearer roll, Does their darkness fright thy soul ? He who cross'd that billowy flood Whispers now, " Have faith in God!"
THE OLD ROCK. 'Twas here with my brother
In childhood I played, On this white, smooth rock,
In the elder's shade.
This spot is the same
Where we strolled side by side; But alas, alas!
All has changed beside. |
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